don't be too pretty,
or else your body will get stolen
can't have **** in detroit, amirite?
One fine summer morning,
I took a stroll through my local town park.
There I stumbled upon a rather rusty dagger.
Though not very sharp or lustrous,
it had an intricate hilt
that caught my attention.
Without further introspection,
I decided to steal the dagger.
And just when no one around was looking,
I hid it gently inside the pocket of my jacket.
But can you really call me a thief ?
It was a weary looking old dagger.
Not much of any good use.
"What if any youth had found it first and put the dagger to misuse?"
I walked back home with a smile,
reflecting upon my good deed.
Be careful of backstabbers and deceitful people. It's hard to notice them until it's too late.
Autumn is a subtle thief
Moseying in then out so brief
A swift taker of all things emerald and bright
No burglar alarm will keep safe the light
Daring to steal the warmth off your face
A cold Winter the only item left in Summer's place
This is my first poem for the 30 Day Poetry Challenge
An acrostic using the letters in your first name. Can be about anything EXCEPT you or your name.
Swift and efficient
Conspiring against themselves
Nothing is ever sufficient
Take. Take. Take
Its Mine. Mine. Mine
But what a hefty paycheck
Greed is swirling
Such havoc they wreak
People & Things
They glisten and gleam
Yearn to hold them in hand
Thou the theft must be clean
Much like a bird interested,
Infatuated by the sparkle of things
Filling their homes, Their nests
Craving the beauty they bring
Such light fingers
swift and efficient
Wanting more and more...
It's never enough.
These hearts taken within the dark
hidden by the cloak of night
Treasures of the soul
Give me your light
Interpret it how you wish
Not knowing what's in your mind,
You suddenly stepped into in mine,
You broke in..
Like a thief in the dark
You stole my heart,
I intend to steal your last name...
The wolfing theif who howls aloud
A ravenous young man with just the essence of beast
Who wears the forest on his back
Who dashes down the rooftop steep
Just to bridge the gap from far away
And land, ever so slightly on the precipice sway
Just to reach up gently and pocket the moon
As a souvenir to take upon his way
****** theives... Lol
i’ve played this same game.
but you can ask the last one,
you don’t want to play games with
the queen of games.
i’ll tear you apart and
use your bones to pick my teeth.
you ******* heart thief.
Im afraid to kiss you
Because of the fear of being left breathless
Gasping for air
The theif you are stealing life from my lungs
I'm afraid to leave you
Because without you near I'd surely fall apart
Picking up the pieces
The craftsman you are, putting me back together
I'm afraid to be loved by you
Because of the unrealistic, idealistic picture you paint of me
Every brush stroke
The artist that paints in dissappointment of who I really am
I'm afraid to trust you
Because of the words you whisper late at night
I love you more
The liar that insists in the false reality in which you could ever love me more